he works

he works
and when he is not working
he thinks
and he thinks of work
he works
and it keeps him calm
keeps the anxieties at bay
for it's idleness wherein the danger lies
he works
and it's good for him
to move
to be occupied
he works
and he tells me he doesn't know what else he's good for
and i say plenty
but i don't think he hears
he works
and sometimes he's on the roof
or in the attic
or in the garage
tinkering
fixing
making
he works
and i'm grateful for all that he does
and i wish, sometimes, he would (could?) rest
he works
and at night, sometimes, he sleeps
and when he is still and quiet and warm next to me
i hope he doesn't dream (too much) of work


staal spent the day on the roof working on the passage for the woodstove chimney.  this house has had some creative construction done in the past so he had to do a lot of work and repairs to the area to make it functional and sound.

skylight?

pondering his next move

it's gonna work

i spent some time working on the cat run.  i'm building an outdoor enclosure that will sit up against the house where the cat door is (staal put a cat door in a couple days ago).  the kitties will have run of the little room at the back of the house and safe access to the outdoors---and we will be able to get away for a few days.  

sometimes i work a little too

 and i finally got around to making a new batch of sauerkraut today.